That bedroom

I always think I hear you when I wake
Lying in the warmth of the front room
Memory stabs my heart,I want to wail
There’s noone near,my mind is swept by gales
I always think I hear you when I wake
Then I know it is a sad mistake
Tears like petals fall through Easter hail

I gave my heart but love grows not in tombs
I often think I see you when I wake
Smiling in the warmth of that bedroom

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